Southern Literary Messenger, Volume 5T.W. White, 1839 |
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... eyes of the general reader . After touching at the Bonin , the Peacock arrived at the Sandwich Islands on the 7th September , 1836 - not , however , without leaving on her trackless way , the body of another gallant spirit . On the 25th ...
... eyes of the general reader . After touching at the Bonin , the Peacock arrived at the Sandwich Islands on the 7th September , 1836 - not , however , without leaving on her trackless way , the body of another gallant spirit . On the 25th ...
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... eyes the motion of his hand , as he point ed to a small writing desk , and when I turned them on him again , he was dead ! " - [ The Bachelor's Death Bed . The gallant ship dashed on through the billows , as proudly as if she were the ...
... eyes the motion of his hand , as he point ed to a small writing desk , and when I turned them on him again , he was dead ! " - [ The Bachelor's Death Bed . The gallant ship dashed on through the billows , as proudly as if she were the ...
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... eyes smarting with the hot liquor , and suffused with tears . Bill confronted his antagonist for a moment , in motionless surprise at his hardihood . He was a stout , square - built man , of middle height , about twenty - five years of ...
... eyes smarting with the hot liquor , and suffused with tears . Bill confronted his antagonist for a moment , in motionless surprise at his hardihood . He was a stout , square - built man , of middle height , about twenty - five years of ...
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... eye , until seif , a welcome visitor in his family . Every sabbath morning , Alice , with her father and mother ... eyes upon it while she marked the place . " Oh father , " said she in a sprightly tone of voice , " did you see the ...
... eye , until seif , a welcome visitor in his family . Every sabbath morning , Alice , with her father and mother ... eyes upon it while she marked the place . " Oh father , " said she in a sprightly tone of voice , " did you see the ...
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... eyes did not remain open and unclouded for a short time saw Alice at a distance , approaching by a different path longer , that I might now melt the reader's soul by de- from the one I had taken , accompanied by a gentleman scribing the ...
... eyes did not remain open and unclouded for a short time saw Alice at a distance , approaching by a different path longer , that I might now melt the reader's soul by de- from the one I had taken , accompanied by a gentleman scribing the ...
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Page 327 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Page 330 - Tis pleasant, through the loopholes of retreat, To peep at such a world ; to see the stir Of the great Babel, and not feel the crowd ; To hear the roar she sends through all her gates At a safe distance, where the dying sound Falls a soft murmur on the uninjured ear.
Page 95 - And find a fane in every sacred grove ; There let the shepherd's flute, the virgin's lay, The prompting seraph, and the poet's lyre, Still sing the God of Seasons, as they roll.
Page 96 - There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Page 287 - I behold like a Spanish great galleon, and an English man-of-war ; Master Jonson (like the former) was built far higher in learning ; solid, but slow in his performances. Shakespeare with the English man-ofwar, lesser in bulk, but lighter in sailing, could turn with all tides, tack about and take advantage of all winds, by the quickness of his wit and invention.
Page 146 - Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye. ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An empty urn within...
Page 350 - For Hamlet, and the trifling of his favour, Hold it a fashion and a toy in blood, A violet in the youth of primy nature, Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting, The perfume and suppliance of a minute, No more.
Page 387 - That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full 4O Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood ; Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose...
Page 298 - ... to those who are worthy ; (the rest are cheated with a thick intoxicating potion, which a certain sorceress, the abuser of love's name, carries about ;) and how the first and chiefest office of love begins and ends in the soul, producing those happy twins of her divine generation, knowledge and virtue : with such abstracted sublimities as these, it might be worth your listening, readers, as I may one day hope to have ye in a still time, when there shall be no chiding ; not in these noises...
Page 290 - ... of ages, and how wide the intervals of time and space that divide them ! In all this dreary length of way, they appear like five or six light-houses on as many thousand miles of coast...